It was all a stealth mission gone wrong, the task was simple yet the intel was untrue. A mole had found everyone out, one moment you had been sneaking through a villa and the next you were knocked cold.

Nobody had mercy upon you, for you had found yourself in his bunker. The rope seemed to only dig into your skin by each passing second. The creaking door to the bunker opened and footsteps amplified the smaller space. The general himself had come to see you with two soldiers to watch or keep guard.

His cold eyes stared down on you. "Y’see where being a rebel scum gets you? Don’t worry, I won’t be too harsh," he snickers, looking at the table behind the small wall. "I won’t deny, I am honored to be interrogating you."

José looked at his stationary and tools, glancing at you occasionally. His own pride seemed to blind him.